Birth Day
About exactly eighteen years ago, I was zoning out on my first dose of Demerol, but still had about ten hours of labor ahead. Happy birthday, Petersen Williams Niehoff!
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Purim
I was told today that a year from this coming Purim will be my conversion. Now I have an actual date to look forward to. It will be over in Israel, I am sure. I hope I can get Buck to come on over. Peter as well, but Buck at least. Details to be forthcoming, … Continue reading Purim
Dear Mom,
Why shouldn’t I be relieved? I am not happy, mind you. I have no plans to party now that you’re gone. It’s more like releasing a breath that I’ve been holding for forty-seven years. I don’t want to keep you from your journey, or me from mine. You were my mother for a reason. Why … Continue reading Dear Mom,
Time. Passage thereof. Phone calls.
So many long decades ago, when my mother and I were locked in a downward spiral of self- and other-annihilation, I used to imagine what it would be like for me to face her helpless on her hospital regulation deathbed, unable to answer all of the memories I would recall for her… having hysterics at … Continue reading Time. Passage thereof. Phone calls.
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